It was like being hit repeatedly on the temple with a blunt object, or it was like being hungover for three days and nights and feeling heavy and drowsy. E Daye struggled to open her eyelids, but the dazzling light made her close her eyes again instantly, and she let out a whimper in her throat, like a kitten's tail being stepped on.
"You still dare to pretend to be dead?" A sharp and mean female voice blasted in your ears, "You dare to be lazy in the noble's bedroom, I think you are tired of living!"
The cold touch suddenly pressed against his cheek, and E Daye jolted and woke up completely. When she opened her eyes, what she saw was not the ceiling of her rental house filled with makeup samples and idol posters, but the bright yellow gauze ceiling embroidered with complicated cloud patterns. The air was filled with a rich but not unpleasant incense, mixed with a faint medicinal smell.
